Pigeons
I let pigeons nest on my porch once because I'd never seen baby pigeons before. A) they’re hideous. And B) A year later, after pigeons had claimed my porch as their own and were cooing 24 hours a day and covering it all in shit, I developed an immunity to giving a fuck about pigeons.
I think this gives me insight into human history.
I mean, I eventually scoured all the shit off the porch and tied a fake owl to the railing and they all stopped hanging around. But that’s not the point.
To this day, when I see a dead pigeon, it elicits no sympathy.
I let them stay there and they screwed it all up so now I see them as vermin.
I think this gives me insight into human history.
I mean, I eventually scoured all the shit off the porch and tied a fake owl to the railing and they all stopped hanging around. But that’s not the point.
To this day, when I see a dead pigeon, it elicits no sympathy.
I let them stay there and they screwed it all up so now I see them as vermin.